Chapter 1

Ginny woke to a pounding headache and a dry mouth. She groaned in surprise: she had taken a hangover potion before going out the night beforehand to prevent this from happening. Stumbling out of bed and into the bathroom, she made a mental note to call Luna and Hermione to see how well their hangover potions had worked.

As she reached for the glass sitting beside the sink, she noticed some things that were out of place. Frowning, she filled the glass with water and sipped it as she looked around. She kept a basket on the counter to put dirty vials in so she could wash them and refill them later: it was simply an old habit from her childhood that carried over since she made enough money to buy new vials to replace the used ones. She couldn't remember taking it out recently to clean the vials and brew up new potions to fill them with, but the basket was empty. There should at the very least be 3 vials sitting in the basket from the previous evening.

The second thing she noticed was that her previously dingy bathroom was sparkling. The Harpies had just lost the final game in the playoffs a few days ago, so Ginny had returned home planning to relax for a week or two then get down to getting her little flat back into order. Giving her head a small shake she saw the world spin around her and she quickly sat on the toilet seat and rested her forehead against the cool tile wall, dropping her glass, which shattered on the floor.

"Ginny? Did I hear you get up?" a voice called from far away. She heard footsteps in her bedroom, which quickened and Hermione burst into the bathroom.

"Ginny! What do you think you're doing out of bed?" Ginny looked up from the bathroom wall long enough to see a worried Hermione hovering over her before she felt herself being hauled to her feet by the muttering witch.

"What's going on?" Ginny mumbled, her tongue thick in her mouth.

"You've been unconscious for nearly a week," Hermione informed her briskly. "It took some doing, but after sifting through the used vials on your sink and we managed to determine that you took an outdated fertility potion instead of a hangover potion. Why on earth you would even have that in your potions cabinet is beyond me."

Ginny recalled the welcoming basket she had received from her teammates five years previously. It was purely full of pranks and other gag gifts and had included a very strong fertility potion. It was well known that Gwenog did not allow any of her girls to play should they be "in a delicate condition". She started trying to tell Hermione this but was quickly cut off.

"No, no, don't try to speak. The Healer's been around trying to figure out just what went wrong but wasn't able to find a way hydrate you properly. Your mother's been going spare and already sent over a hamper, but you aren't allowed to eat anything in it yet." At this, Hermione frowned and tapped a quill on the nightstand, transfiguring it into a mug, which she then filled with water and thrust towards Ginny. "Here, drink this. I need to go floo your Healer and tell him you're awake."

Ginny sank back into her pillows and gratefully sipped the slightly inky water her friend had provided. The whole situation seemed a bit bizarre to her: the fertility potion she supposedly drank was a bright purple, whereas the hangover potions the three women had drunk were a dark red. There could be no mistaking the two, so how did no one notice it? Why was she was tucked away in her bed at her flat instead of at St. Mungo's? She liked her bed well enough, far more than the lumpy cots that filled the wizarding hospital, but there was no way, even with her professional Quidditch salary, that she could afford a private healer.

A few minutes later, she had nearly finished her mug of water and heard commotion out in the lounge. "What do you mean I can't see her? She's my wife!" a voice rumbled angrily.

"Keep your voice down! She still has no idea what happened and we're still trying to figure things out!" she heard Hermione hiss.

"I'm afraid I must agree with Mrs. Weasley," a third voice interjected. "I must evaluate her condition myself since she has been unconscious for the past six days and this type of potion damage is very rare."

Ginny frowned after listening to this exchange. It sounded like someone was under the impression that his wife was in danger. She was certainly not married and hadn't even been seeing anyone since she broke up with Harry four years ago. Suddenly, her bedroom door opened and Hermione came in with an older gentleman in the standard lime green healer's robes.

"Ah, Miss… Ginny, it's so good to see you awake. How are you feeling?" he asked her kindly.

"Mostly like I forgot to take my hangover potion last night," she croaked out.

"I see," he said, nodding at her seriously. "I presume you have a headache, dizziness, lightheadedness, thirst, and possibly nausea?"

Ginny nodded. "No nausea."

"Well, that's excellent news!" he said, smiling broadly. "I wasn't even expecting you to be up yet, but it's good that you are so I can start you on rehydrating potions."

Ginny made a face. As a professional athlete, she was no stranger to rehydrating potions, but that still didn't make them any more palatable. She stopped the healer as he made to reach for her mug and mix the disgusting concoction with another mug of water. "No, I'll take the potion straight," she croaked hoarsely, reaching for the vial of bright yellow liquid in the healer's hand.

"If you insist," he said doubtfully. "I must warn you that it's awfully…"

Ginny didn't allow him to finish talking as she gulped down the contents of the vial and drained the rest of the water in her mug. "Mione?" she begged, holding out the mug.

Hermione still looked rather dazed from seeing her drink a rehydrating potion directly but absentmindedly pointed her wand in the mug and filled it with water. Ginny gulped down about half the water before coming up for air.

"How are you feeling now?" the Healer asked, a small frown marring his features.

"Better," Ginny sighed, glad to hear that her voice was no longer quite so hoarse. "I can take another one of those in 2 hours, right?" Seeing the healer nod, she sank back into the pillows. "I should be right as rain after that one then. Can I get something to eat?"

The healer squiggled his wand over her body, seemingly checking for any irregularities. He finished with a satisfied expression. "Yes, I suppose you'll be able to start eating again. I'll take Mrs. Weasley out to the kitchen to provide her with the details and I'll be back to check on you first thing tomorrow morning." He spun on his heel towards the door and Hermione gave her a small smile before following him. She could've sworn that she heard angry voices coming from the lounge, but her room quickly fell into silence moments later.

Several minutes later Hermione swept back into her room, bearing a plate of soup and some crackers. "I'm afraid this is all you're allowed to eat at the moment Ginny," she said. She pointed her wand at the paper Ginny had been reading and it turned into a sturdy breakfast tray, upon which she deposited the plate of soup and crackers.

Ginny stared at the tiny spoon she was given to eat the plate of soup with. "What happened to my poor spoon?" she lamented.

Hermione sighed. "First off, that's one of Rose's spoons, not yours. Secondly, doctor's orders. You have to eat slowly and he thought that would best be done with a small spoon. And," she looked at Ginny who was about to just tip the soup into her mouth, "that bowl is charmed. You must eat with that spoon otherwise the soup won't leave the bowl."

Ginny scowled at her best friend and sister-in-law but dutifully began eating. When nearly half the soup was gone, she decided to broach the topic of what she had heard earlier. "So Mione, when you came back with the Healer, was there anyone else out in the lounge?"

Hermione sighed. "What did you hear?" she asked resignedly.

She shrugged. "Something about a sick wife, so I assume someone got lost in the floo and ended up in my lounge."

Hermione sighed again and closed her eyes. "No Ginny, no one was lost," she said slowly.

Ginny frowned. "Who was it then? It certainly didn't sound like any of my brothers."

"That would be your husband," Hermione said quietly, her eyes still squeezed shut.

"But I'm not married!" Ginny cried out, quickly reaching for her water since raising her voice had hurt her dry throat.

"You are," Hermione said firmly, finally cracking one eye half open, sensing no immediate danger. "And given how the two of you took matters into your own hands, there's absolutely no getting out of it, I've already looked up everything I can and there's nothing…"

"Hermione," Ginny interrupted. "Could you please get to the point?"

Hermione wrung her hands, looking more distressed than Ginny had ever seen her, even moments before her own wedding. "Well, you managed to get legally married by a Ministry official, despite the late hour. While I don't have much respect for him for that, I do respect that he refused to help the two of you make an Unbreakable Vow, locking you into the marriage, but that didn't stop you two from finding someone else to help you. I could've gotten you out of a marriage in a snap, but there's absolutely nothing I can do with the Unbreakable Vow in play."

Ginny's mouth, if possible, became even drier as the blood drained from her face. "An Unbreakable Vow? Please tell me, Hermione, who's my husband?"

Hermione looked at her sister-in-law sympathetically. "Draco Malfoy."

Author's Note:

Alright, so I dredged up this story from the depths of my hard drive. It's definitely not one of my better works, but I figured I'd throw it up here anyways. It's a three parter and will be updated daily. Hope someone actually likes it!